The Wistful Mirror

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The train groaned into the station at Prague, a beast of iron and steam that seemed to shudder under the weight of the city’s industrial ambition, and Elias Vane stepped onto the platform with his lungs burning a familiar, dry fire that had been slowly consuming him since London. He was thirty-two, a man whose name had once promised architectural brilliance but now carried the heavy, stench of...

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